Chapter 119: The Confession of the Evil Master and the Evil Disciple

As soon as the Son of Heaven returned to his throne, Elder Nanfeng lost his position in the Demon Clan's Celestial Dynasty and was demoted to an ordinary demon without any real power. Originally, he was full of frustration, but after being reminded by Yunqing, he remembered that once this ghost girl really became the emperor god of the god clan, wouldn't he be able to abandon the demon clan and join the god clan, control the emperor god, and let his dream of unifying the Six Realms come true?

But now, it also reminded him of Jiang Nan Zimo's ghost prison, his face sank again, and he asked Yun Qingdao: "You say, what happened when Jiang Nan Zimo appeared in your ghost prison? Isn't he obviously living in Yunfu in Gusu City? Also, how did Feng Ni escape from the private prison?"

Yun Qing's long-standing worries were finally put on the table, and his legs were weak in fright, and he knelt down: "Go back to ...... Back to the master, Feng Ni, it is Jiangnan Zimo, who exchanged himself for ......"

"What?" Nanfeng was taken aback, but soon figured out the cause and effect, and suddenly became furious, pointed at her and scolded: "You slut, so bold, dare to do such a big thing behind your master's back? If it weren't for you, Jiang Nan Zimo would still be in my hands now, why would there be nothing left once the private prison is destroyed? Believe it or not, I will let you scatter your soul today!"

Yun Qing was extremely frightened when he heard that he really had murderous intentions, but after thinking about it, he was not afraid, and he boldly raised his head and said, "Master, today's Yun Qing is just a worthless fake ghost king. You kill me, at most vent. But when he waits for me to become a god, it's priceless. With me, you no longer need to look at the face of the demon king, you can travel through the Six Realms as you like, calling for wind and rain. With these temptations, would you be willing to kill me for a witch?"

"You...... You ......" Nan Feng was so angry that he couldn't stop shaking, but he couldn't find a single word to refute, so he had to ask helplessly: "Then you say, why did you do this?" Jiang Nan Zimo, what benefits did he give you, and you want to help him like this?"

Yun Qing began to secretly calculate: if you want to explain this matter clearly, I am afraid that the secret of the "Shenwu Secret Chronicles" and the cross recipe will not be hidden. But this book has been hidden from him for so long, and the matter has come to this point, it probably doesn't hurt to say it, right? And even if you get the cross trick, there are still countless hurdles to break before you really ascend to the god throne, and if you can get the help of the south wind, you will naturally have a better chance of winning.

Besides, the demon king rushed into the private prison to save people, which was purely unexpected. After he made such a fuss, Jiang Nanjun's current whereabouts are unknown, and he is likely to be rescued by him in the ghost prison. If that's the case, the only way to find him is to get to the south wind. So now, the whole truth can only be revealed to him and the plate.

Seeing her kneeling without saying a word, Nanfeng said angrily: "What the hell are you still talking about?"

Yun Qing shouted at him to wake up, stood up and said with a smile: "Master, you don't know, without Jiangnan Zimo, I can't become a god, so this person, Yun Qing can't be offended." ”

Nanfeng was stunned for a moment, "You...... What do you mean by that? What does it have to do with whether you are a god or not?"

Yun Qing had already made up his mind not to hide it anymore, so he told him all the contents of the "Shenwu Secret Chronicles" and the contents recorded in this book.

After hearing this, Nanfeng was in a cold sweat, he had already been deceitfully decent, but now when he heard Yun Qingyi, he felt even more deceived - it turned out that he had been planning for a hundred years, and he had been helping a fake heir!

He couldn't stand the series of blows, and collapsed into his chair, unable to stand up again. (To be continued.) )